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yomogi-mogi-mochi · 1 year

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Spolia (VII Final)

Parings: Malleus/(Light Fae) MC // Slight Rook/Vil // Trein/MC (Parental)

Summary: You wondered why you ever got accepted into NRC but never bothered to look back when the infamous black carriage whisked you away from a place you could never call home. Having been handed an opportunity of freedom, of solitude, of hope- how come you're paralyzed with fear rather than excitement? Your sunny plein air sessions and nightly walks contemplating this has attracted a certain dragon fae with an affinity for your nimble gargoyle sketches and magnificent paintings.

Notes: Hopefully this chapter makes up for the last. I've been in kind of a creative slump lately, for my art and my writing. Like I can write and draw but nothing feels right and I'm never satisfied. Ugh I hate this feeling

I think I took enough time to write this that this is an acceptable ending. I suck at happy endings because I rarely consume media that does it to my tastes lol, that and I don't really consume happy media too much. So I hope you enjoy. The next chapter is a preview to my next work, which I should have published the first chapter of when I post this.

CW: Suicide mention/attempted suicide/substance abuse (?) for this chapter.

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 (Here)

Masterlist

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The light is too harsh for your eyes that have adjusted to darkness. You squint even with the dim glow of the mirror chamber, shielding your eyes with trembling hands. The kindling warmth that you felt last time you were in this room was now replaced with a thousands of burning needles writhing under your skin, threatening to burst open from your seams. It’s all too much, too much. Fire, fire, fire, your body shrieked. You let it burn itself out, replacing it with a chilling darkness that flowed through your veins.

You want to go back into that dark room, devoid of any smells, touch, gravity, feeling, and light. But your mother had the maids drag you out of the belly of the darkness, dress you prim and proper, and sent you back to a vial of medicine in hand. You looked at the shimmering glass, feeling its full weight in the palm of your hand. What would happen if you drained it all into your body? You let out a breathy laugh at that, holding it up to the light to imagine the bitterness on your tongue once more.

Once you dragged your body back to your room, you stitched the curtains shut with a needle and thread. In and out, in and out, you pulled the thread tightly so the light that poured in through the seams would be completely shut out, letting not even a drop of light in. Your body felt like it was floating in the complete darkness you made, the weight of the vial in your hands being the only thing which tethered your body to the ground. Walking around the room aimlessly, you began to throw your canvases, tubes of paint, and brushes into one pile, throwing each carelessly into a mess in the middle of your room. You would throw it out later at night.

Stilling your body in front of the mess, you entertained the thought of burning it all, and showering in that fire to see if any sort of anger, pity, or sadness from yourself would revive out of you, deep inside your heart. But your chest felt flat like a shadow‒ no depth, no hole, no softness you could dig your hands through to rip anything out. Just a quiet, smoothed shade, dull to any blazing heat or bitter chill. If you could take the sharpest blade into your bare hands and sink it in, it would bend at the fossilized surface of your heart. It felt heavy like a collar around your neck.

You opened the vial in your hands, relishing in the burn it left in your throat as the bitterness sunk into your tongue. The liquid bubbled like acid against the flesh inside your body, and you felt a rush of feverish lightness wash over you. You held the cool glass close to your collapsing chest. It was euphoria to feel that gaping wound in your chest once more.

You collapsed into what you think was your bed, allowing the covers to mold to your body and swallow you like the darkness. Unlike the last time you were at this school‒ you no longer feared the mouth of the beast that devoured you, instead climbing into its throat with open arms, clamping down its jaws onto your body to let its dark flesh embrace your body. Touch me, hold me, love me. You begged, and it did just that‒ ravaging you whole.

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Trein glanced at the pile of papers sitting at the edge of his desk, pausing his pen against the papers he had been grading for what felt like ages. He let out a tired sigh, rubbing his eyes with cooled fingers to massage out the anxiety he had been feeling for the few weeks you had not shown your face since winter break ended. Still his worry persisted, so he lifted his stiff body from his office chair to get some fresh air, hoping it would help the nervous itch that was at the back of his mind that appeared right after his last conversation with you. Growing up with daughters, he had learned to sniff out unsavory people in hopes of protecting them, and his interaction with your mother left a chill in his bones that signaled just that. Unsavory, dangerous even.

“Non, I haven’t seen L’artiste en folie, even during our shared art elective…Were you able to catch them after winter break?”

“No, I haven’t seen them at all. Even if I knock on their door, nothing…And that dragon keeps knocking at our door asking about their whereabouts, I keep telling him if I knew I’d say but he’s so persistent‒“

Trein cleared his throat, catching the attention of the two Pomefiore students. “You two. Shouldn’t you be at your club activities?”

Vil pulled a piece of paper from his breast pocket. Trein examined it briefly before handing it back. “We were called to Headmage Crowley’s office to discuss a student’s absence. We were just on our way to take care of the issue right now.” Rook nodded in agreement.

“Hm." He hummed. "Do you mean (Name)?” Trein felt a twinge at his temples at the thought of gossiping with his students, however he pushed it aside, thinking of your safety above all else.

The two students exchanged a look. “Oui. Have you heard anything from them? We’re not even certain they returned, so we just received a master key to check, just for the purpose of safety.” Rook dangled a set of keys in front of Trein.

“In that case I will come with. There is something about their home situation I would like to investigate.” The two students nodded, asking no further questions.

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Malleus stood at the doors of the Pomefiore dorm once more, hesitant to knock. Lilia, Silver, and Sebek stood by his side this time‒ the Vice dorm leader insisting he’d tag along because he was worried of your health as well, and the two guards following since the weather at the Diasmonia dorm had become so unbearable they would use any excuse to tag along at their master’s side. Even Sebek remained unusually quiet, lost in the heavy aura hanging around Malleus. The Diasmonia dorm leader held his fist away from the door. This was what, day fifteen of demanding the Pomefiore dormhead of your whereabouts?

“Roi des Dragons! Here for your usual visit, I see?”

Malleus hummed, anxiety buzzing at his fingertips. Or perhaps it was the rumbling thunder he was summoning over the blazing sunset. “Any news of them?”

Trein spoke up, hoping to relieve some of the tension brewing between his students. “Mr.Draconia. I understand that you are close acquaintances with Mx.D’aramitz. We’re going to check on them now. Perhaps it would be best if you approached them first?”. As much as Trein wanted to check on your well being and sort out the suspected family issues, he didn't want to overcrowd you.

“That might not be a bad idea if you are acquaintances. We’ve really only had classes with them and conversed a few times outside of business.” Vil agreed.

“We are friends.” Malleus corrected, narrowing his eyes. “I will find them.”

The group entered the marbled floor, heading up the stairs and down the hall to your room number. Rook tucked the key in Malleus' hands, stepping aside to let him at the door. He knocked softly at the door, calling your name. With silence filling the air, he inserted the key, the door creaking open to reveal deep darkness in the room.

Rook let out a gasp. "Mon dieu, that's…" He looked in horror at Malleus' feet. Feeling a sticky sensation seeping under his feet, Malleus looked down to find a dark liquid staining the fabric below.

Lilia poked at the stain, seeing the vicious black string that trailed to his fingers. "That's…"

"It's blot." Malleus finished. His hands curled to a fist, trembling a bit at his intense grip.

Sebek stepped forward, hand on his baton. "Young master, please, let us take your place. These humans should not have even concerned you with such‒"

"No. I must do this." He says. "We can't overwhelm them in this state, and I think it's best if we're able to take a pacifist approach to this as possible, considering…everything."

I wish to find you. He gripped his words in his chest, holding with it the smoldering fire it brought in his heart. It fed the light that guided him back to you, and you to him.

He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and entering the total darkness.

A fire was lit in the palm of his hands to illuminate his sticky path. The liquid rose to his thighs as he struggled to avoid the various obstacles created by the various canvases and easels sinking into the blot, growing thicker, heavier with every step he took. Globs of black slowly rained down from the ceiling, rendering his wings useless in the situation. Fighting the blot that threatened to swallow him whole, he identified a small mound at the center of what looked to be your bed. Pulling himself towards you with the bed frame, he felt suffocated by the dark liquid that weighed at his feet and his shoulders but lifted his hand to reach towards the mass. Digging his arms deep into the darkness, he searched for your form against the resisting goop that slowly began to submerge his face.

Taking a deep breath in, he sunk his body into the void.

...don't look at me…

Disgusting disgusting disgusting

Malleus heard your distorted voice echo through the vast emptiness of the space he stood in. An expansive room‒ filled up to his ankles in blot. He saw your form curled in the middle of the room. You repeated those words over and over, like a spell to make yourself vanish from existence. Don’t look at me, don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. You prayed for the darkness to consume you whole once more, dragging you away from everything with its sharp claws.

Repent, repent, repent.

You felt like your mother was looming over you once more, that pressure rising the bile in your throat and pulling your trembling palms towards each other in a despairing prayer. These hands were never meant to create, to know sweetness, to touch even the warmth of the sun‒ they were meant to fuse together as they were now, into an invocation of a hand that would give you permission to live. You didn’t even care if those hands ripped you apart‒ taking your body, your heart, your mind, your hands‒ just, please, please, may I just be?

You felt an intoxicating heaviness weighing onto you, embracing your form. A lightness returned to your body, you felt like your flesh and blood were being flushed from your body, melting into the murky shadows. Seeing your form being engulfed in blot‒ Malleus hurled his body towards yours to dig through the viscous liquid once more. He ripped the tangled strings of blot from your face, clutching it between his hands to check for your breathing. When he heard shallow air escape from your lips, he sighed a bit in relief, before pulling your cool body up to his chest to free you from the blot. He looked up to scan the area for an escape, seeing a familiar blue glow emanating from above. Unfurling his wings, he held your body close, soaring towards the light.

From the cold, dead darkness, warmth emerges from somewhere, enveloping your hands with tender force. It almost burned your icy skin. The fire felt on it made you aware of the outline of your body from the deep black enveloping you. Ah, right, skin. Your hands, you were reminded.

You felt the blood pump through them, to the tips of your fingers where they touched warm hands. Warmth spreads to your face when the hands softly curled onto your face, tracing your eyelids, the crevice between your nose and cheek, your lips, and your chin. Right. You think. Eyes, mouth, nose.

The heaviness in your arms locked them in their crimpled position as the warmth gently, so so gently, guided your movements to sit you upright.

The blood rushed to your head, thump, thump, thump. The sound of blood being pumped deep from your chest, penetrating your veins, buzzing into your fingertips reverberated deep in your bones. The warmth radiating from gentle hands permeated the nerves on your skin, soaking your body with hot blood. The warmth wrapped itself around your body, squeezing tightly*.

Right, your body, your skin. Feet, legs, stomach, the warm organs packed inside it, a beating heart, lungs, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers.

Your eyes ‒right, eyes‒ clamped shut still. You felt that if you could look him in the eyes, the reality of your existence, your pain, your failure, your body would pour over your head like ice water. Still, warm hands lovingly caressed your face, softly rubbing the outline of your jaw to trace your face from the darkness that enveloped you both.

“It”s okay. I’m here, you’re here. It’s okay.”

Okay?

The heaviness of your eyelids slowly lifted as you opened your eyes in the room filled with a soft moon glow. Malleus held you close to his fluttering heart, tenderness fell on his lips once more.

“I’m here with you. It’s okay.”

"I’m here? That’s okay? It’s okay to be here? With you?" Those words barely felt like your own.

“Undoubtedly, (name).”

Mouth, ears, eyes. Eyes, eyes, eyes.

Ah, you didn’t even recognize your voice, or the water that was leaking from your eyes, into your mouth. The saltiness burned your parched tongue.

Your lungs gasped and gasped for air, your chest felt full. You felt like you were going to burst at the seams, with all that you’ve been, and everything you wished to be. Too much, too much, it’s all too much. You felt warm blood thrashing inside your skin, ready to rupture.

He held you tightly, not you hold it all in, but to hold you together when you fell apart. He drank in the fire that boiled your blood. It burned, but he kept you together. A cry burst from somewhere deep inside of you, and you felt yourself clutch onto his neck to explode.

Slowly, it cooled, and you felt relief as the tightness in your chest poured out with your tears. And though the darkness consumed your vision once more as you burrowed your face into his neck, in your mind, you could clearly trace his warmth pressed against yours, and outline your whole body which clung to his. You were here, in your entirety, next to him.

With no more tears left to cry, you looked into his eyes. For the first time, you let yourself relish in their hue. The color of lush grass, the color of fresh dew, the color of summer wind, the color of life. You sunk your gaze into them, drinking him whole as he did with you.

“I finally found you.” He speaks with a smile which hurt his cheeks.

“You found me.” You felt like you were filled with little bubbles‒ but it didn’t hurt, rather, you felt like you were floating, flying, flying up and up towards the sun. You felt full in a different way this time, it ached in the weight on your chest, you didn’t know how to give him more, more, more of you to be consumed in the softness of his eyes‒ you felt like you could die from the inferno that was being blazed inside you. You could let it burn the rest of the world and it would still not be enough to smother even a speck of it. With a brimming heart, you decided to return the same smile that hurt the muscles on your face. “Thank you.” You squeeze your arms around his neck, pressing your heart next to his. Closer, closer, closer‒ more, more, more. “I finally found you too.” He squeezed back, pressing his body even closer. It spread that bubbly warmth throughout your entire body. You felt here, present, whole in his embrace.

“Do you remember anything? About overblotting?” You detangled his arms from your own, lowering your embrace to lean your ear close to his heart. He melted against your touch, soaking in your warmth.

“I don’t remember much about overblotting. Just…coming back here from my family’s and ending up in that cold and empty space. I…I think I ended up drinking an entire bottle of transformation potion actually, maybe that’s what triggered it?” You struggled to recall anything distinct except for draining the entire bottle and going to sleep. “But I remember you. I remember the warmth of your hands making my body whole again.” Making me whole again. “Like you were reaching out to me, calling my name.”

Malleus felt a buzz spread from his heart, to his fingertips. “I felt that way when I saw your painting for the first time. A prayer, just for me, I felt as if I was going to explode. It felt like you were reaching out to my heart in the dark.” He looked towards the sky, the curtains unable to shield you two from the moon glow. It reminded him of you, so he fixed his gaze back to you. “Kind of like the moon. I really should have put together the pieces when you were talking about it in the art classroom.”

An airy laugh was sung on your lips. “Ironic, considering I’m a light fae.” You felt a hand lace between your milky hair. The tender handling was foreign to it, you delighted in the newly learned sensation.

“So that’s what you are.” He breathed out, a dazed smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. M-my mother‒“

Malleus brushed a thumb across your face. “You don’t have to tell me right this second, whenever you are ready. You still time into an eternity in your presence, yet it is still not enough to contain you‒ we have much time to spend together.” You lifted your head from his chest. Closer, closer, closer‒ more, more, more. You wanted to crawl into his gaze, and bleed the entirety of your body brimming with warmth for him‒ you would break apart the world if it meant nourishing the endless depth in his eyes. This new heaviness‒ having a whole, beating heart‒ it brought you a new way of hurting, of aching‒ more, more, more‒ gods, anything, anything in the world to love deeper, taller, wider, more, more more‒

Instead of sinking in that slurry feeling, you rose to bring your hands into a prayer, except this time, his head softly against your palms instead of a forlorn grip. You prayed,

“Can I‒“

Malleus reacted before he could even speak, sliding his hands into the nape of your neck and bringing you closer, closer, closer, until your lips met. The warmth of his sweetened throat poured into yours, as you felt some of that pounding fullness coarse into him every second you spent drinking in his syrupy heat that swelled from deep inside of him. When your lips left his, you kept your eyes closed, afraid that if you opened them, he would be gone. Malleus delighted in another honeyed kiss, pressing deeper, closer into you. Your eyes still remained closed for a second after he softly let go. However, when his hand cupped your cheek, the warmth made you blink your eyes open‒ and to your absolute bliss, he was still standing, whole.

“We should probably get you to the infirmary eventually. Even with the blot purged from your system I think we should be safe and take you just in case.”

“We?” Those two letters, side by side, felt like sweet butter on your tongue. It spread when he smiled back.

“Yes, we. If you’ll allow it, always, ‘we’.”

You let out a boyish giggle. “Is that your way of asking to court me?”

“If you’ll allow it.” He repeated. “Even if I do not do it right, I’ll find you again and again.”

“I would love to be found by you, again and again.” You thought of the gargoyles, sleeping on the soft grass, moonlit walks, the smell of old words, crimson ink‒ spolia. Something once broken, rebuilt into something more whole. Sought, even in its destruction, a new era, founded on the old. You held it closely in your heart, nursing the fire that led you to him, and him to you. Found again, and again. Find me, find me, find me‒ a prayer of love, an invocation of eternity.

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Notes:

I sort of imagine the overblot being like Howls tantrum from Howl's moving castle?? Also with a mix of that scene in Mononoke Hime where Ashitaka digs through the Tatarigami to find San

Deep pressure therapy is a technique used for autistic folks to ground them or help with sensory input. The body is composed of eight sensory systems which allow for sensory processing, which is the way we make sense of the world around us. These are visual, auditory, tactile, taste, vestibular (movement), proprioceptive (muscles and joints), and interoception (internal acknowledgement/sensors for the physiological conditions happening around you/in you). Malleus here is using tactile sensation by squeezing your body, as well as auditory and vestibular grounding to help with anxiety and dissociation

I tried to think of things that feel green to me, since I have synesthesia, like the smell of tatami mats, sunny rain, the smell of fresh laundry, the feeling of fingers on the ridges on a ginko leaf, or the warmth of a summer rain. Sometimes when I imagine the colors of something it nearly brings me to tears‒ and it reminds me of a quote from Albert Camus’ A Happy Death: “When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.” So I would love to hear what “feels green” to you if you have synesthesia!

“Even if I do not do it right, I’ll find you again and again” refers to Mitski’s Pink in the Night, “And I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right / Cn I try again, try again, try again” Anyway Mitski for life

I hope you enjoyed the ending! I had lots of fun writing this piece since it got me back into creative writing again! You all are so nice with the comments and kudos I hope to continue writing stuff like this in the future!

New Rook/Reader piece HERE.

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ijustsitinacorner · 2 months

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Can they carry their S/O?

(Bridal style, for shits and giggles).

Valerie:

Probably, like carrying him on her back yeah most likely. Not for too long since Silver is canonly muscular. Anything such as carrying him bridal style for shits and giggles, no.

Valerie can carry lighter people, like her younger brother (Ciel) & both of her cousins (Lizzie & Edward) for instance.

Charlotte:

I can’t even think of a reason for her to carry Malleus. But thinking about it makes me chuckle since yeah grim reapers in Black Butler do in fact have abilities but none mentioned of a boost in physical strength.

Carrying that massive ass death scythe that she picked out which is similar to Undertakers…that helped her get some strength in at least.

But over all, no.

Mika:

Hell yes can she carry Riddle (/hj). She might be shorter than him by 4 centimeters but I can see Riddle is on the lighter side for someone his age. Yeah average weight but like only a couple pounds away from being underweight even (headcanon?).

Mika just loves him the way he is.

(And probably laughfully apologized before actually seriously apologizing in case the first one didn’t work).

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robo-milky · 1 year

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@isabellawaites

Here’s your request! Thank you for your patience!

#requests #my art #twisted wonderland #fanart #twst #twst oc #digital art #art #twst malleus #malleus draconia #twst yuu #others oc #malleus draconia x oc

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nuitthegoddess · 2 years

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Malleus and Aurelian having a blast~!💗💚

Another redraw art of the Elle Fanning and Angelina Jolie People Magazine October 2019

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satans-my-spirit-animal · 1 year

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Trey hopping around in the background 🤣

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #trey clover #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #tik tok #not my video #Malleus Draconia x oc

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Yuu/MC, touch the mirror : Promise you’ll wait for me on the other side?

Malleus Draconia, also hand on the mirror : Darling, I’ve waited centuries for our souls to finally meet——death isn’t going to stop me from leaving without you.

Bonus

#twisted wonderland #Twst #Twisted Wonderland Malleus #Malleus Draconia #Twst Malleus #Twst MC #Twst Yuu #Malleus Draconia x yuu #Malleus Draconia x MC #Malleus Draconia x male reader #Malleus Draconia x fem reader #Malleus Draconia x gn reader #Malleus Draconia x you #Malleus Draconia x oc #Malleus Draconia x reader #Original : senpiecakes #original : tumblr #🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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felixsterprankster · 2 months

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Getting them to meet eachother

Felix and Rosie wanted to meet eachothers partners but both Rosie and Idia have really bad social Anxiety

Malleus X Rosie

idia X Felix

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland x OC #Idia Shroud X OC #malleus draconia X OC #twisted wonderland Idia #twisted wonderland Malleus #twst oc #yuusona

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azzuredragonstrikemain · 6 months

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Cold

Imagine that MC truly loved Twisted Wonderland and if given the choice would stay. Note AI can go get brined for all I care. I refuse to give any permission for my stories to get used as a learning tool for that ———.

Warnings: angst, bloodshed maybe? cursing. ——————————————————

Crowley just told me and my brother that he had found a way for us to go home. To go back to our own world. Fear struck me to my core. Leave Twisted Wonderland. The place of my dreams were dragons, beastmen and mermen are real.

Swirling to face him my eyes widened. The look on his face it was pure joy. He was happy to go normal back to mundane and pain. Back to being scrutinized by our cousin. Back to being imperfect, back to being caged by society. Back to being worthless and bothersome. Back to feeling cold and miserable because you didn’t understand something they said.

Turning to face me he smiled but it soon dropped when he saw my face. “You’re not happy?”

“Why should I be?” I huffed, crossing my arms. “Sister we finally get to go home. You can finally get the help that you need to continue on to what you dream of.”

A smack sounded out through Crowley's office. My brother held his cheek then glared at me. “What I dream of! This is my dream!” I yelled. At this point I could feel my hearing heighten and wings spread in domination while a tail swished behind me. My eyesight sharpened as it fell upon my so called brother. “This!” Pointing at myself. “This is what I’ve dreamed of! For dragons to be real and mermaids to be real and beastmen of all kind to be real!”

Steeling myself so as not to hit my brother with my enhanced strength I growled at him. “And like everything else you wanna take that away from me!”

My heart beated loudly in my ears as something swelled inside me. “Ms.Ryu calm down this instant!”

I ignored him.

“We’re suppose to be twins and have a link but we’re nothing alike.” I continued. Do you have any idea of the pain I go through with what’s happening!” I demanded, my eyes glaring down at him. “Do you have any idea how cold it is after all that shit. How worthless and pathetic I feel after everything!”

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I watched as my sister continued onto her rant. After she had gone to the underworld to rescue Leona, Jamil, Azul, Riddle and Grim. She refuses to admit she rescued Vil at all. She came back able to change her features to either look like the lion beastmen or a dragon fea. To this day she frequently switches between the two though with either one she loves the dragon wings.

I watched as my sister began to float as a dark cloud began to swirl around her. While down there she had also gained the ability to use this worlds magic. And just like with any magic user. Blot accumulates.

Glancing to Crowley, I looked to him in hope but I soon sneered. That damn bird already flew the coup! Turning back to my sister. I watched as black tears formed in her eyes. “Do you have an inkling of that at all!” She screamed.

Gulping I said the worst possible thing to her. “This isn’t our home! This is just your fantasy dream that you need to wake up from!”

Silence hung as the dark cloud stilled. For a second I thought it worked then she screamed.

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Everyone in NRC heard the scream. They all ran out of the building and into the sports field. Ortho was already on it with scanners telling his brother of his finds. Idia told everyone what had happened. Someone had overblotted but the signature was inconclusive. “Has anyone seen Ryu or Saki?” Grim asked as he sat atop of Ace’s shoulder.

Before Ace or Deuce could answer everyone heard a megaphone click on. The feedback noise ringing in their ears. “Well that's one way to wake a lion.” Leona huffed rubbing the inside of his ear. “Kingscholar,” turning to look in the direction of his name he saw Malleus approach him. “Have you seen child of ma” before he could finish Crowleys voice echoed across the sports feild.

“Attention everyone Ryu Sachio has overblotted!”

The students who interacted with her the most and the friends who knew her gasped. “Eh Koebi-Chan blotted but why?” Floyd asked rubbing the back of his head in wonderment. “Yes it is quite strange.” his twin mumbled. “ I quite agree she seemed to be fairly calm and collected.” Azul added pushing up his glasses.

Everyone was talking amongst themselves except for two who were frozen stiff. “She overblotted after I had graciously and magnanimously told her and her brother, Saki that I had found a way for them to go home.”

Hearing what they wanted the two men looked to each other and nodded. Before Crowley could utter another word Malleus and Leona had hopped on a broom and were off to the headmasters study. “Draconia, Kingscholar get back here this instant!” He yelled through the megaphone

Then Vil Schoenheit flew past. “Knowing how you are headmage and not seeing sweet potato anywhere. I’m going to get him.” the actor/model yelled. “Schoenheit wait!”

Soon Jamil followed after making sure Kalim was occupied. Then Octivinelle followed afterwords the twins friends in heartslabyul came chasing after the two house wardens.

“Come Silver we must protect Waka-sama!” Sebek yelled as he chased after his lord. Silver hummed following after his cohort. Lilia giggled as he watched nearly all of Savanaclaw and Epel and Rook follow after their house wardens.

Crowley was useless to stop any of them. "Ah what am I to do." bringing his hands up near his face. At this point Crewel and Sam punched the headmage on the head. “Whatever you said to the pup/little imp really upset her!” Chastising him.

Back at the headmage's tower the battle for Ryuu’s life began.

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Here I am again. This coldness, this helplessness, this darkness. I hate it. “Why don’t you ever think before you act.” My mother said. “Hey auntie maybe there’s something wrong with her mind.” My cousin told. “Mom do you think Ryu should go to,”

Shut up,shut up ,shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. I cried. Gripping onto my hair, tears fell down my face. I just wanna go home. I wanna go back to them. Back to Leona. Back to Malleus. I just want to feel warmth instead of this cold. I wanna stay in Twisted Wonderland!

“Herbivore/Child of Man!”

Jolting awake I looked up to the sky. Leona and Malleus looked battered and their clothes were torn. As if a damn had broken, a wail tore from me. Immediately they gathered me in their arms. Gripping onto them as if they would disappear. Each of them had an arm around my waist and a hand in my hair.

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Saki stared at his sister. Never in all there years of living had he heard his sister wail. Vil looked to the direction of the three then turned to face the male beside him. Taking out a bottle he put it on top of Saki’s head. “Vil what are you-If that bottle falls then you’ll face an even worse punishment.” Interrupting him. At this the male twin straightened as he gazed at his sister. The two sat in silence until Vil spoke.

"A woman's heart is fragile. You must be careful on when you step on it. Or else it'll break."

Saki hummed acknowledging the housewarden. "Though I am glad to see that you are non to worse for wear. However I fear that those will scar over." light purple eyes gazed at the bloodied bandages on the males side.

Looking down he grimaced. "Yeah, they will definentley scar." Saki sighed. A clink was heard, looking down Saki's eyes widened in worry. "VIIIIILL I'm sorry. I hmph."

The actor silenced him with a potion. Unconsciously swallowing Saki gagged at the taste. "That should help with the pain. However it does have some side effects." Vill mused.

The male tilted his head but shrieked when he felt feathers. Looking down he saw that behind him was the tail of some bird.

"It'll wear off."

"Saki are you alright!" Ace and Deuce yelled. Shifting his gaze to his two friends. He smiled. "Ace, Deuce!"

Behind the two students Riddle, Trey, Cater, Epel and Rook followed them. They made sure that he was ok.

"Oi."

Shifting his attention Saki shivered. "You made the ma'am angry." one Savanaclaw student growled. "Yeah, I don't think you should get off scotch free." another hissed. The entirety of Savanaclaw roared and badgered Saki.

"Now hold on a second." Jack said trying to ease their anger. "I know how you all feel but it wasn't entirely Saki's fault."

"Jack I know what you trying to do but this time it won't work." Ruggie told. "Suckerfish is exactly right." Floyd agreed. "Yes, making our diva cry is nothing else but sabotage." Azul joined.

"I don't usually like violence," Jamil hummed "but I think I can make an exception." he smiled.

Saki shivered at the angry mass of students in front of him. Vil grimaced about to stand he was stopped by a roar.

"Be silent all of you."

The angry mass turned in the direction of the three lovers. Malleus had let go of his lover while Leona was holding Ryu in his arms a little intimidated by the calm tone of the dragon fae. The perfect had tired herself out from crying. She was safely wrapped up in Malleus' and Leona's jackets. Standing up the Briar Valley prince made his way toward Saki.

The room was dead silent nothing but the sound of Malleus' shoes clacking against the pavement. The prince stopped just in front of Saki who was shivering now more than ever. Leaning down he whispered something in the twins ear.

Smirking the shadows illuminating his eyes he returned to his co-lover. Picking Leona up and carrying him bridal style, he smirked at everyone present. Leona sputtered nonsense as he was held like a bride, his gripe on Ryu tightening. "I hope my message was clear to everyone." he smiled, fireflies surrounded the three as they teleported out of the headmages office.

Everyone shivered at the veiled threat. I swear I will never make Ryu mad or upset again. Or else I'll have two beasts on my back. Ace shivered. Saki fainted against Vil who immediately gathered him in his arms and left for the infirmary.

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Some stress relief for me cause I need it right now. Also there's not much poly relationships with Leona x mc x Malleus. So I wanted to do something like that. Thank you and have a great day.

#Overblotmc #Mc /oc #leona kingsholar x oc #malleus draconia x oc #Poly malleus x reader x Leona #twisted wonderland

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starry-night-rose · 9 months

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I was inspired by @fumikomiyasaki ‘s post of “Get to know my Yumeship” so I decided to make one for Mallellis!

The original was made by @/reversiblekiss on Twitter!

#sorry for my bad handwriting!#ellis clawthorne #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x oc #yumeship #mallellis #🐉&🍓#oc x canon

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hanafubukki · 1 year

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Hana Asteria Lore:

It’s been awhile since I added anything new for my oc/Insert. This idea has been in my mind for awhile and I had to post it.

You know how Malleus is the King of the Abyss?

Essentially, the abyss is usually seen as something isolated and an endless darkness right?

It goes so well with Hana Asteria because she is part of the Starlets. Basically a shining light in the darkness, as how a star is in the night sky. The star brightens the darkness and illuminates everything else covered in darkness.

To Malleus Draconia, that is what Hana Asteria is to him. The light that shines in the darkness. The one that will guide him.

And aptly, that’s how the song went in Make a Wish didn’t it?

I dreamed so dazzlingly of the love we'd share

Please guide me, light, to the future

Please I’m feeling so soft right now 🥹💕🥰

#hanas thoughts #Hana Asteria #OC: Hana Asteria #twst oc #malleus draconia x oc

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yomogi-mogi-mochi · 1 year

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Spolia (VI)

Parings: Malleus/(Light Fae) MC // Slight Rook/Vil // Trein/MC (Parental)

Notes: I hope you hurt the way I did :) sharing is caring

CW: Verbal/Physical Abuse and Neglect, dissociation, depressive state

AO3 Link Here.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 (Here) // Part 7

Masterlist

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Malleus desperately swam against the motion of the crowd to reach a hand out to you. But when he looked through your eyes, he could feel the phantom thread that he used to trace back your ghostly presence splinter when you gazed back with wild eyes, and ran from him. Ah, right. A realization he had buried deep within himself arose to the surface.

They all run eventually, he thought.

“Ooh. Malleus, look, (Name)’s painting is spreading like wildfire over Magicam.” Lilia tilted his device so Malleus could see the page filled with pictures of your paintings, along with some photos of your own face. He silently gazed back to where you had ran off to in slight concern, mingling with the utter emptiness he felt without you. Though no matter how many times he looked back at the painting and felt like he was going to be swallowed into it, he couldn’t help but to physically clutch his heart in order to prevent that. While the ringing ache he felt in his chest from your quick departure locked his feet into the ground in deep longing, he also resisted movement from the gravitational pull of your creation. For one of the first times in his life, Malleus felt like there was an unforgiving force even he could not subdue, planting his feet into the ground in still paralysis. He felt a chill in his arms and legs, despite a few moments before being ignited by your painting. When he flickered his gaze down to his clenched hands, he found frost forming at the bottom of his legs, snaking their frigid branches up and up towards his heart. He quickly returned his gaze upwards.

“Malleus.” He did not move his head, fearing that if he did not trail your ghostly presence, you would completely disappear from this world. Lilia gave a small pat on his back. “Give them time. We can check on them tomorrow before we leave, alright?”

“Malleus. Malleus. It’s time to go.” Lilia shook his shoulders a bit, his warm touch against the frost raveling itself around his body calling him back to the present. With little effort, he broke apart the ice around his legs, silently stepping towards the door.

Time. Malleus had always had plenty of it, and it was all he had in the end. But with you, it was never enough. Time, something that had always left him empty when those who filled it left, was not nearly enough to contain how tremendously you filled his heart and life. He remained frozen in that empty time, feeling the turbulent waves of time wash over him. People, age, and life seemed too fast, too unkind without you. He felt himself being weathered by it, becoming so brittle he would break apart and fall to pieces. The fragments of his heart would just fall to the spiraling void of time. But oh how he wished you were there to pick them up and embrace them all at once to make him feel whole again.

“Lilia?”

“Yes?”

“Do you think…” The question felt like a curse on his lips. “Do you think we will be able to see them before they go?”

Lilia nodded. “Of course. I’ll even have Sebek wake us all up early in the morning to ensure that.” Malleus was silent, knowing he would not need the early wake up call. He didn’t feel that he could sleep tonight. The moon was too bright, too beautiful, too far, gone too soon. It reminded him too much of you.

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“Be here by 5 o’clock in the morning. Do not be late, otherwise I will come and get you.”

Your mother’s voice rattled in your skull, which held an ache that spread through your entire body. Maybe it was because you had crawled into your closet last night and slept in it. You had hoped you wouldn’t even be awake in this moment to know that. You wished for sleep, you wished for rest‒ you wished for peace but it never came, it never does.

Sitting your body in front of the mirror, you groomed your own hair and face until it was an acceptable form for your mother. When you were done, you stilled yourself in front of the mirror, looking far into your eyes for anything. Any scathing anger, deep remorse, heart shattering despair that was left inside of you to crystallize into tears, sweat, blood‒ anything that could pour out of you to cleanse your poisonous body. But empty hues stared back, no matter how much you pulled your eyelids open to catch a glimpse of humanity left. But again, nothing, nothing, nothing.

You did not feel your body walk through the cool school grounds, to the mirror chamber where you would be transported back to that home. The chill from the snow outside seeped into the chamber, and you felt your body grow even colder, and numbed from it.

Whose performance were you watching? How many people were you? Your eyes felt like they were far above your body, a voyeur to your own body and its movements. This space between you and yourself came in waves as you lived life with your family, but today, it felt like that sea of distance washed over you, sinking you to the depths of its stomach.

“(Name)!”

You turned your body to face the voice, and you felt yourself being slammed into your body once more, the scathing pain returning to your chest, thrashing like a rabid animal. Malleus stood at the door frame, hair disheveled and quickened breath. You felt that prayer, that curse bellow in your body once more.

Find me, find me, find me

There was too much you wanted to say. How sorry you were, how much anger possessed your soul, how nothingness was threatening to swallow your entirety, how desperate you wanted him to devour you whole before the poison within you did. How much you wanted him to find you‒ the real you‒ buried deep below tattered flesh. But you could not find your voice, find your anger, find your pain, find your hope under the numbed silence that imprisoned you. You let out a few pathetic raspy breaths, as if to heave out any sort of sound from inside your body.

Malleus stepped towards you as if to approach a wild beast‒ surrendering his open hands into yours, cradling gently against his warmth despite the sharpness held in your icy fingers. Though in his eyes, pain and betrayal were ripe, the golden green within them still held onto the softness that gently opened its mouth to envelop you whole. Your hands began to tremble.

"Malleus I‒"

“(Name).”

Your lungs pricked at the iciness of that voice. The words that had just been threatening to boil over in your chest died in your throat, as a howling numbness rushed through your body like wildfire. You attempted to grasp the fleeting fragments of anything, anything resembling yourself to thaw your frozen tongue and pour out your heart to Malleus, but before you could even move, you felt your mother’s fury radiating onto your back, entangling itself in your lungs and throat like smog. You felt your body turn to cold, cold poison.

“(Name). Now. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

You didn’t register your body moving with surgical precision, the dullness in your eyes muting your vision into a senseless blur. Though you felt Malleus’ eyes on your back, you feared that if you turned to look once more, you would long for it so much it would shatter you. The thin thread that Malleus could follow to your ghostly presence snapped‒ leaving in his outreached hand, the last remaining piece of you that remained “here”. Like a sputtering vein, the warmth from the thread left as quickly as it came. Malleus watched in terror as your body was slowly swallowed into the darkness of the mirror, before it disappeared completely.

The sky wailed a somber song, bellowing thunder with a heat so ferocious it could boil the roaring sea. Malleus clenched that fire, devouring it through the gaping cavity your absence left in him, painfully deciding to nurse it until he found you once more.

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“What in savior’s name were you doing with that wretched creature?! You better repent for poisoning yourself with such filthy animals‒ otherwise you’re going to return with them to your disgusting origins.”

You “felt” your body being thrown into the prayer room, the darkness pouring into every crevice as usual. The scalp on your head was being stretched, pulled from the tuffs of hair clutched in your mother’s grasp. However, you did not truly feel any of it, you were a mere spectator to the abuse being taken out onto your body, far away from the moment of pain.

“You wretched child. You brought this onto yourself. Now pray. Repent. Atone for your disguising body and spirit. Cleanse yourself in this darkness.” She forced your hands into an empty prayer, shoving your face onto the ground in front of your knees. When you complied, your body soft as a rag doll against her talons, she seemed satisfied, throwing your head out of her grasp and slamming the door shut to envelop you in complete darkness. You held your hands together, feeling the heat writhing under your skin slowly gushing from your body, replaced with chilled poison that ran like an icy river through your veins.

Once the warmth left your body, you felt the darkness melting into your body, devouring it. You could not imagine what body parts were attached to what, or how your body was oriented. Like the people in your lives, it ruptured pieces of you off, before consuming every fiber, every nerve, every cell of your body, taking it into its own. The darkness held no smells, no feeling, no color, no sound‒ nothing to tether your body onto, so you thawed, liquid smooth, vanishing into nothingness. You begged for anything to hold you, touch you, love you, color you‒ even if it was through the sharp jaws of eternal, unyielding darkness. To be held, to be touched, to be loved, to be colored, to be devoured‒ you would willingly cleave your body into a million pieces to make it easier to swallow, and digest the toxins within. But before you could fully break yourself apart‒ a weight in your pocket made your body snap back into one. Unfolding your hands, you felt around the cloth on your body to see what it was.

Cold metal, delicate grooves, plastic. You held your nose up to it, pressing it into your cheek to huddle against its warmth. It reminds you of smoldering fire, honeyed sunlight, the smell of spring rain. The little heat left transferring into the cold metal, melting into your hands. It reminds you of him, his warmth, his kindness, the softness beating underneath his flesh, his open hands‒ hands that do not hurt you, hands that clasp your shattering body to press it together again, letting you mold against his touch. You miss that. You miss him. The longing was more pointed this time, and instead of an ache that blistered your entire body, you felt a thorn thrust itself into the center of your heart, knocking the wind out of your lungs. Yearning no longer for something you could not recognize, and instead hungry for what you have touched but could not hold. If you could carve your chest open like livestock, reaching inside the meat to grasp that infants wail, you would. If you could roar freely, sinking this entire earth into the ground, and melting it within your raging core‒ you would. But all that could escape from your lips was a trembling, simmering cry, as quiet as the darkness that devoured.

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“Malleus, you need to eat. Your eyes are starting to sink into your skull.” Lilia scrapped a cold plate of food with a flick of his wrist, before bringing in a new steaming tray.

“I’m fine.”

“Malleus.”

Malleus did not lift his head from his lap, rubbing hisfinger continuously over the detailed metal hanging from the plastic device. Though the smell of rumbling thunder and earthy rain permeated the walls of the castle from the weeks it had remained, he could still smell the metallic twinge from the charm, and the ghostly whiff of turpentine and old books he always smelled on you. The door creaked open again, and he felt the vibration of Lilia’s heels clacking away from him, out the door. He let out a sigh a relief, enveloping himself in the darkness created in his embrace, holding the warmed metal close to his face.

“Malleus, my dear.”

He looked up at the sound of his grandmother’s voice. She stood at the foot of his bed, smiling.

“I can’t say I'm pleased with you abandoning your duties, even if it is your winter break. What has gotten you so low?” She conjured a cup of warm spiced cider, cupping Mallus’ palms around it with her hands.

Above the shame he felt from disregarding his responsibilities as heir, he felt the beating ache in his heart grow once more. He struggled to find the words, to explain his tremendous loss, swelling anger, the bitter yearning. He swore you had taken part of his heart, because the throbbing he felt was too extensive, too cosmic for his heart that seemed to grow smaller and smaller the more he caught the scent of sunlight and old words.

“Someone precious was taken from me.” He finally said.

His grandmother rubbed his shoulder. “They are still precious to you?”

“Of course, I could not forget that even in the face of eternity.”

She flashed a knowing smile. “Then, are you willing to find them again? Even if it may consume you?”

He paused. Find you, again? Could he, after how far, how distant you felt from him? He looked at the moon. Though it had been shrouded in a seething storm, it stretched its brilliant glow through the window, onto his ski, warming it. What ecstasy it would be to be utterly devoured in it. He pressed the fluttering pulse of his thumb against the metal, melting it the warmth that twitched under his tender flesh.

“I will find them again, and again. Even if it may consume me, they’ll find me too.”

“Then you do what it takes to do that, my dear. Love is finding eachother over and over again, expanding eachother in yourselves. You will feel this pain again, no matter your power and what you control. So keep it precious near your heart. It guides you towards love, always."

"Thank you, grandmother, thank you." He sipped the spiced cider, feeling its warmth that spread through his body like the moonlight.

"Of course my dear. Now, rest. Love is no easy journey."

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Notes:

Heyo sorry again for the short chapter. I will be making it up in the next chapter I think, which might be the last? Or I’ll divide it into two. EIther way I apologize in advance for the time it will take because I am bad at happy endings/don’t consume happy media but if I don’t make this a happy ending I will literally fucking explode and I will take you all down with me

Also have a sneak peak for the next work I will be coming out soon :)

Also not sure if Malleus was OOC in this‒ but I do feel like if and when he experiences his first heartbreak he would sort of act like an angsty teenage girl lol. Mostly because he puts distance between those who are able to leave him too quickly since his concept of time is a lot different than humans as well as his status as this sort of “untouchable monster”. His relationships with people follow an all or nothing nature, in that if he isn’t able to see them to their death, he isn’t really satisfied‒ perhaps because that is the one thing that he thinks is more powerful than he is. But when people willingly, or because of extraneous circumstances, leave his life‒ he’s a bit baffled, because that’s usually not how things end. I think partially it is because he always has the upper hand (control) due to the powers he has, but he’s also been protected and protects himself from endings like these by maintaining distance from people through his constructed image of control and power, because he knows deep inside it is unavoidable. But when he’s actually contented with it, he kinda stops functioning (which is why I think a lot of people are theorizing of his overblot in this new chapter where Lilia is getting ready to leave NRC) and throws a tantrum lol.

Also kinda funny to imagine Lilia going up to the queen like "please take care of this. He's so emo."

I know the "love is no easy journey" thing is sooooo cheesy but idk I feel like it fits Malleus' arc

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mediocremelatonin235 · 1 year

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Backyard Garden

Part 1/ -

Usually, a princess has not left alone without a chaperone…

Savithri is not dumb enough to know why this rule was enforced in the first place, nor is she a massive enough hypocrite to enforce it on anyone else who is under her wing as a house warden or a princess (or former considering her current situation). Today she decided to walk away from a congregation that Leona invited her to, due to the fact that he was forced to go with a plus one, and she owed him for having her back a few times in tough situations.

She mainly left to the garden just to mainly leave the congregation behind (and to be frank Leona and that one guy with the purple and blond were arguing over god knows what) while using the scenery of the garden as an excuse to get away from all the noise pollution. The architecture was stunning with marble fountains, and various kinds of flowers and fruits plastered around, but the most intriguing piece was this gargoyle with Jasmine flowers growing out, almost enveloped in a slow and serene dance that constructed the sharp features of the gargoyle.

Savithri decided that it would not hurt to take a nap around this time, considering this was a habit she brought up when Leona and she were childhood friends, as usually, beast children huddled together to take naps as it helps strengthen familial bonds and protection, and she was already tired of the entire event, so she found a lush area to sleep in, near the vegetation and cool air provided during that day.

Malleus was taking his daily stroll around the garden, mainly to admire the gargoyles and sort out his thoughts in solitude. Considering his reputation, he does feel a somber ache around his stomach but sorts out his energy by admiring and observing the gargoyles around until his sharp eyes land around a gargoyle, enveloped in Jasmine flowers, but not in a tight bind but more of a tender drape. They also have a very nice smell, which tends to be pretty fragrant around this time in the great sevens.

Malleus continues his adventures onward until his foot hits a body, thinking it was kingscholar he was promptly ready to taunt and wake the sleeping person. But after turning the body around, seeing the orange hair and the black skirt, he realized it was a young lady. From his observations, it was not only a young lady but a beast woman. Almost stunned, he tapped the shoulder of the young lady trying to wake her up. He contemplated calling Leona, but considering him with a sleeping woman that he considers to be familial would put him in a squabble that would take way too much time to resolve.

After weighing his options, he decides to carry the former princess bridal-style onto a nearby bench, being meticulous about where his hands are placed. As Lilia always reminded him, Sebeck, and Silver “ You should be very careful on how you handle and treat a lady no matter who they are” he would always say as he read them fairytales about princesses, knights, queens, and kings.

As Malleus was reminiscing about his pasts, he noticed that the mysterious lady woke up albeit groggy and puzzled on how she was wrapped in a blanket, orange wavy hair a bit of a mess, and her clothes not in her usual place due to stuff being shifted around when being carried. She saw the mysterious man and was about to scream—

“What the hell are you do —” Malleus covered her mouth trying to buy time so he can explain himself

"Please don't scream," he whispered, terrified if anyone else found out about his location. "I apologize for startling you, but I found you sleeping here and thought it best to move you to a bench. You seemed uncomfortable on the ground, and I didn't want you to throw your back out sleeping."

Savithri's eyes widened, surprised at the stranger's care and concern for her well-being. Leona never mentioned him before as she knows who most of the students are through Leona’s colorful complaining. ( Although she secretly enjoys hearing the drama) She nodded her head, indicating that she understood, and Malleus removed his hand from her mouth. "I'm Malleus," he introduced himself, extending his hand. From Savithri’s perspective he looked like those mythical creatures that you only see in stories regarding the stars, "And you are?"

"Savithri," she replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "Thank you for your help. I appreciate it." She looked around, realizing that she must have slept for quite a while. She noticed that her skirt was a bit rolled up and Malleus looked a bit lower than intended a faint blush creeping up his face while contrasting Savithri’s flushed face, which her brown skin covered up for her.

Savithri quickly got up, her heart racing as she tried to fix her skirt while still half-asleep. "I...I should probably get going by now," she stuttered, feeling embarrassed and flustered. "Thank you again, Malleus." With that, she hurried off, feeling grateful but also confused by the encounter.

Before leaving she turns back to Malleus one last time

"Excuse me, Malleus," Savithri turned back around, fumbling with her bag. "I apologize, but I forgot to give you something." She pulled out a small notepad and a jasmine flower from her hair. She scribbled some numbers and took the flower out of her hair and placed the paper in his hand and the flower in his hand.

" This is my contact information, whatever you do, do not hesitate to call me at any time?" she said, a small smile on her face as she handed him the notepad and flower. With that, she turned and walked away, still feeling a bit flustered from their encounter in the garden. Although knowing how keen Leona is on detail, she has to wash her face before returning back.

"Until we meet again," she gave a warm smile and spared a glance back before disappearing from view.

Malleus watched her go, still stunned by the encounter. He carefully placed the jasmine flower in his pocket and looked at the contact information she had given him, feeling a flicker of excitement that he hasn’t felt in eons.

Although he wasn't exactly sure what it was about Savithri, it did not stop him from feeling drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain. He made a mental note to contact her soon and see where this unexpected connection could lead.

#Twisted wonderland fanfic #malleus draconia fluff #malleus draconia x oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst disney #twst writing

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